The worst that would happened during flights used to be drunk passengers flirting with her, harbouring obvious expectations of being initiated to the Mile High Club. Funny she should miss it.
As she watches her colleague in discussion with a passenger, she knows what’s coming.
’10D insists we’ve a terrorist on board.’
Second time this week she has to follow procedure and notify the flight deck, even though she knows there is no terrorist.
‘Don’t tell me. Bearded man in 8C clutching his bag?’
He’s not planning to detonate a bomb. The poor man is dead scared of flying.